Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.